Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-02-19

ne nad q marrow escape he observed,
handing tine card back TO Sybil "a little
more force would have crushed his skull like
a nutshell
new interest suddenly awakened for
SybiL
Il wonder what Louise will say when she
hears that | have been playing nurse sire
pondered the day following the assumption
Of her new duties Poor fellow. I'm sorry
for him"
At Cheyenne, happily for the sick man. the
train was delayed two dsys by a landslide
During the interval Of quiet and rest the doc
tor succeeded in breaking his fever and on
the fourth day after the accident Mr. Vincent
/ OPENED his ewes in weak astonishment, as
his returning consciousness discerned III his
faithful attendant the handsome young lady
with whom he had tried 50 assiduously to
firt.
He felt too weak from the shock and from
the loss Of blood TO ask any questions, but
Syhl OWNED his wonder and she explained
TO him the details Of his accident. with
gentle grace charming her former re-
serve had been admirable.
Nothing could have been pretter than Syb-
lis devotion 10 the unfortunate stranger, and
the other passengers seemed TO appreciate it,
for they held aloof and were content with
being merely spectators She waited on HIM
with perseveriug devotion. II was Sybrs
way to do that. She read TO him, or, when
he wished it, talked TO him. The presence of
an invalid seemed to infuse home feeling into
the life aboard the train, and when the weeks
journey was protracted by various obstacles
TO ten DAYS o one complained.
| Before they reached San Francisco Mr..
Vincent was able to sit up. 1t would take
some time for the wound to heal, but he had
recovered pretty well from the shock In
the opinion Of some Of the passengers he
was not altogether anxious for immediate
convalesence. which WAS hardly to be won
dered at: and really l think Sybil felt
twinge Of regret as she sat the last evening
| beside Mr. Nincents couch and listened To
party Of gentlemen warbling a Swiss air out
on the front platform. 1t was twilight, and
the porter had not vet come in to light the
lamps.
Don't you think, Miss Sybil, Mr.. Vim
cent said in a low voice, that some acquant-
ances ripen very much faster than otherss
! | feel as though | had known YOU for years,
vet l cannot tell what your last name Is. Tue
doctor calls you just Mlss(Sy bh.
IL thought YOU knew she said simply,
| ignoring his first question, which had sent a
strange thrill to her heart. My name is
| Travers'
| What" he almost shouted What did
YOU sayF
"Travers,' she repeated, looking at him
surprised.
! He sank back on the cushions heipcssiy,
and turning his face toward her, he mur-
| INJURED: -kiSmet
do you know, he continued, after pause
which Sybii felt to I've pregnant with mean
ing-"do YOU know that we have been as
badly mixed up a. to our identities as the peo-
pie in play. had no idea you were Miss
Travers- Your Uncle Jerry -
do you know my Uncle jerry she cried,
in surprise
Il ought TO" he replied, with an odd smile
Il am-Sybil, do YOU ever forgive people
who practice little deceits upon youF
The familiar manner of TINS address did not
offend her, strange To say.
That depends, she said softly.
What would you >ay II ! were 10 ten you
that my name wasn't Vincent at all"
He had contrived To get hold OF her hand,
AMI he felt IT fintter slightly, but she made no
response.
Il do not know what led Won tn believe that
my name was Vincent At INST could not
correct the impression, ami, when was able,
didn't care TO- for was - pieased with our
relation that ] feared To do anything that
might jar upon it. 1t is all the worse for me
now, for ] fear this deceit may have preJu-
diced YOU. ! am your uncieS friend, Sybil.
am Royal Nnlleau"